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Chapter 235
Author: Perfect Pen
last update2025-06-05 21:11:04

The floor of the Library had once been smooth white stone—blank, cold, unyielding to time. But now, it pulsed. Not with light, but with meaning. The bleeding pen—Kael’s last tool, the relic he had laid down to abandon authorship—lay trembling in the center of the grand chamber. Alone, it had begun to move.

No hand touched it. No voice commanded it.

And yet it wrote.

Not in lines. Not in letters. Not even in the intricate, ancient glyphs of the Authors’ forgotten tongue. What bled from its impossible tip was song. The lines it traced into the polished floor glowed like liquid gold—and the symbols it etched sang.

Kael stood frozen, breath caught between awe and fear. Every movement the pen made left behind a phrase that was not just readable but audible—like staves of a celestial orchestra, invisible instruments tuning to an unknowable scale. The glyphs shifted as they formed, looping into themselves, rethreading across the floor in widening circles. Not a story. Not a prophecy. Somethi
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